The easiest way to make progress is to make progress as easy as possible.
Mastering a skill is about being so terrible at it we have to practice the easiest part a hundred times just to get started.
Think how long it took to learn to walk. It takes at least three years before we can do it without looking stupid.
The ‘secret to success’ is being able to put up with the boredom of being crap — and falling on our arse several hundred times.
Break down the hard parts into their easiest possible component and then do that until it’s so easy you’re bored to death.
Forget walking. Focus on figuring out how to stand without holding on to something, and you’ll be running in no time.
Life is full of fantastic sensations — many of them in the bedroom.
There’s nothing quite like the feeling of sliding between soft, clean sheets after a long day walking around town or playing in the woods or climbing up mountains.
Tired but happy. Feet gently throbbing. With achy legs and a big smile.
What better envelope is there to seal a day well done?
If you haven’t already, today is a great day to go for a walk.
Mum would often suggest going for a walk, usually about mid-afternoon on a Saturday, after six hours glued to the screen up to my elbows in cereal.
I, cruelly deprived of television, found this the most outrageous proposition I’d ever heard.
A lively debate about the health benefits of walking would ensue.
Several bouts of growling, groaning, and some light wrestling later, we’d burst out of my Grandmother’s little terrace and descend on the cascading, bloom-laden banks of the Thames.
And before we’d reach the water’s edge, the morning’s gloom would be all but forgotten.